A good poem ends
with a...

From twisted vines to empty hearts
And sanctuaries came and gone...

I see angels dancing by
Across an empty auburn sky...

In your arms is the world
In your eyes is the sea...

Mocking me, mocking me
I yearn just to write...

It is this cage in which I stand
that binds me, heart and soul...

Pushed down, shoved aside
Gasping, bubbling...

I didn't know what he meant
the day he gave me that name...

Dreams are blue
They taste like caramel and sugar...

In the wind that from her learned lips blows
comes the haughty arrogance of her speech...

Love is a rhythm, a steady heartbeat.
Love is a river; a strong, flowing current...

In the shallow glimmer
of a wandering star...